December 2010
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Dec 30th
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“It’s strange that words are so inadequate. Yet, like the asthmatic struggling...”
– T.S. Eliot (via fatalistichues) (via quote-book)
Dec 28th
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Dec 27th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 26th
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Dec 24th
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Dec 23rd
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Dec 22nd
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“Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm; Time and fevers...”
– from “Lullaby” by W.H. Auden
Dec 22nd
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Dec 21st
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Dec 18th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 17th
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Dec 16th
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Listen“Lola” by The Kinks. In my opinion,...
Dec 15th
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Dec 14th
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“My husband and child smiling out of the family photo; Their smiles catch onto...”
– from “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath
Dec 14th
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Dec 14th
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Dec 14th
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"Under Taurus" by Louise Glück
We were on the pier, you desiring that I see the Pleiades. I could see everything but what you wished. Now I will follow. There is not a single cloud; the stars  appear, even the invisible sister. Show me where to look,  as though they will stay where they are. Instruct me in the dark.
Dec 13th
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“I once knew a madman who thought the end of the world had come. He was a...”
– from Samuel Beckett’s Endgame
Dec 13th
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"The Hug" by Thom Gunn
It was your birthday, we had drunk and dined Half of the night with our old friend Who’d showed us in the end To a bed I reached in one drunk stride. Already I lay snug, And drowsy with the wine dozed on one side. I dozed, I slept. My sleep broke on a hug, Suddenly, from behind, In which the full lengths of our bodies pressed: Your instep to my heel, My shoulder-blades against your chest....
Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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"Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the...
Dec 12th
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Dec 12th
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Dec 10th
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Dec 10th
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Dec 10th
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“Be on guard. The road widens, and many of the detours are seductive. Be...”
– Infinite Jest, p. 175 (via dennymayo)
Dec 10th
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Dec 8th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 7th
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Dec 4th
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“I sat upon the shore Fishing, with the arid plain behind me Shall I at least...”
– from “The Wasteland” by T.S. Eliot
Dec 2nd